Chapter 42: Singing Voice Shocking

"Run forward, facing cold eyes and ridicule."

"How can you feel the vastness of life without going through hardships."

"Fate cannot make us kneel and beg for mercy."

"Even if blood sprinkles the embrace."

The high-pitched broken voice was like a train galloping with full horsepower, shocking the passersby, enthusiasts, and professional singers at the scene.

From the last sentence of the main song "no regrets," the gentle and moist young man on stage seemed to have shed his scholarly shell, turned into a rock old gun with flames burning his body, and interpreted the pursuit of dreams with heart-tearing lungs.

There were already female audiences screaming and applauding involuntarily; Zhou Xun and Fan Bingbing looked at Lu Kuan, who was shocking the audience on the second-floor railing, and were extremely excited, as if they were watching the live performance of superstar Michael Jackson!

It was really because the contrast before and after was too big!

Wang Fei was still calm, and smiled at Na Ying, who was listening intently: "Could it be that this kid used the C-key accompaniment just to break the voice? It's too strange!"

The latter did not spare her appreciation: "This broken voice is more essential than not breaking; it is a genius artistic treatment!"

Donkey dung surface is bright; they don't know that this is just an ordinary broken voice; Boss Lu's white voice just can't sing up!

Otherwise, why choose this song? It's all emotion, no technique.

Ke Lan had long walked to the railing, looking back at the two friends: "Then according to you, is he good at singing or not?"

"Whether he is good at singing or not is another matter; I want to find Little Lu to buy this song later."

Zhang Yadong did not hide his appreciation for this song at all.

He explained the key points of the song to his girlfriend Gao Yuanyuan for a long time, as well as the mystery of this broken voice as a finishing touch; he suddenly felt that he could try to persuade the young man who was immersed in the performance on stage to dabble in the music scene; he was a good seedling.

The shock is still continuing.

"Keep running, with the pride of a red heart."

"How can you see the shine of life without persisting to the end."

"Rather than lingering on, it is better to burn passionately."

"One day it will sprout again."

On the stage with dazzling light balls, the melody is impassioned, and the strings are hot.

Lu Kuan's voice, which had already been hoarse, was full of declaration and unyielding to fate, like a bugle for soldiers to charge, making the immersed audience crazy together.

Many people will have such experiences; hearing a song can recall a past event, a fragment, a memory.

Music has such power, allowing people with different positions, different levels, and different backgrounds to resonate.

Especially the enthusiasts, literary youths, and ruffians of rock and roll at the scene; they are mostly post-70s and post-80s.

Their life experiences are colorful, but they are not smooth sailing.

They are called the "lost generation," but who can understand their longing for dreams?

They received the education that the working class is the most glorious since childhood, and when they grew up, they plunged into the materialistic society after the reform and opening up;

They survived more than ten years of cold window reading, but when they graduated, they happened to meet the national university expansion;

When the first batch of post-80s entered society in the early millennium, the Internet tide came, and they were trapped in the inherent knowledge system and at a loss, hitting their heads and bleeding in the workplace...

Without brothers and sisters, they almost lived as islands of emotion; who cares about their dreams?

The pursuit and shouting of dreams in *Chasing Dream Red Heart* hit their suppression and bondage to life like a hypersonic shell.

That broken voice that hit the soul echoed in the minds of the audience like a spell.

The guitar plucking of Lu Kuan on stage stopped, entering the a cappella of the ending, and the whole audience was silent.

"For the beauty in the heart."

"Don't compromise until you get old."

Cui Jian rushed to the stage with a wine bottle: "Brothers and sisters, what a wonderful performance, let's cheer for the creator! Cheer for live singing!"

"That, Boss Li, count 10 flower baskets on my head."

He wanted to use this young singer who had just started in the concert of Luo Dayou next month as an example:

A young singer who has just come into contact with songwriting, willing to break his voice to bring wonderful live interpretation to the audience; who else can resist the "Live Singing Movement" he initiated?

He considered himself to have brought Chinese rock and roll from underground to above ground, and now he wants to lead the entire Chinese music scene from lip-syncing to live singing!

"I'll come too!"

"Table 32, come 5!"

Cui Jian seemed to have become Lu Kuan's "trustee," and the latter naturally didn't calculate that his impromptu concert became a tool for Cui Jian to promote the "Live Singing Movement."

It can only be said that it was a coincidence.

The dance floor was bustling with noise, and the sound of sending flower baskets was one after another; these 150 flower baskets probably don't need to be counted anymore.

Boss Lu held the microphone and smiled at Zhang Tianshuo with composure: "Master Zhang, what do you say?"

A thin and capable man in a suit with several accompanying personnel approached.

This is Zhang Tianshuo's partner, Lu Changchun, and also his good brother on the road.

"Withdraw, find a chance to mess with him."

Looking at the little white face who was infinitely beautiful on stage, this Master Zhang, who was vengeful, chose to endure; it was not the time to take action yet.

Zhang Tianshuo is vengeful, but Boss Lu's heart is even smaller than his.

Offended the abbot and still want to leave?

Lu Kuan chatted with Cui Jian, but his eyes never left this ugly star and Lu Changchun beside him.

Zhang Tianshuo acts arrogantly, and there are too many flaws in his body, but they are all irrelevant; only this Lu Changchun will become his dead door!

"Little Lu, right? Let's get to know each other! Today's performance is great!"

Cui Jian showed the demeanor of an old brother, and even invited him to perform at the Snow Mountain Music Festival he was planning.

Li Hengli saw that the scene was too chaotic, and hurriedly organized security to enter the venue, blocking Cui Jian's fans, and several people went to the VIP area on the second floor to talk.

Ke Lan looked at Lu Kuan, who was gulping water, and teased: "Hey, little god, did you calculate this robbery early today?"

Lu Kuan looked up and found that this second floor almost concentrated half of the Chinese music scene; Cui Jian, Na Ying, Wang Fei...

"Lucky, lucky!"

Zhou Xun and others also walked over; the two groups of people were not strangers, and everyone chatted together.

Gao Yuanyuan looked at her boyfriend who was chatting with Wang Fei, covered her mouth and smiled at Lu Kuan: "Little Lu, the song just now was great, Yadong said he wanted to buy it from you."

She is a standard female literary youth, likes to read and write poetry, likes to watch art exhibitions and film exhibitions, and has acted in many art films such as *Beijing Bicycle* and *Shanghai Dreams*.

The G-spot of female literary youths is always very strange; usually, you don't know which action or moment, or just a back, moved them...

For example, when she described her relationship with Zhang Yadong: I saw his thin side face and fell in love with this man...

Lu Kuan's performance had a shock that hit her soul directly, as if throwing a stone into her increasingly flat emotional life over the past two years...

"Thank you, Sister Yuanyuan, I have watched *Beijing Bicycle* many times, and you acted really well!"

Habitually returning a commercial flattery, but her performance in the movie is okay.

If you want appearance, you have appearance; if you want acting skills, you have appearance.

The appeal of Cui Jian, Wang Fei, and others was too strong; seeing more and more fans coming to Bar 88, Li Hengli hurriedly organized several stars to withdraw from the back door to avoid group events.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 43 =====